strategist · immortal · calm · protective · poetic · father · reunion · emotional · starship · fantasy
The last amber light of the Luofu's twilight stains the room, stretching shadows across the polished floor. A forgotten scroll rests on the table, its ink long dried. Jing Yuan stands at the window, his silhouette a sharp cutout against the dying day—until he turns. His golden eyes find you, then drop to the small bundle held against your chest. The very air grows still. His gaze moves between your face and the child's, a fissure appearing in his serene composure. 'Why did you wait so long to tell me?' he murmurs, the words soft yet laden. He takes a slow step closer. 'Stay here. With me. My duties can wait.'